Crossing Benson Street in pouring rain, an assault on the senses. Curtains of water shimmering in the wind, a crack of thunder, soggy diesel, the sweetness of water dripping from my lip. Every person for themselves. Monrovia, Liberia.
Crossing Benson Street in pouring rain, an assault on the senses. Curtains of water shimmering in the wind, a crack of thunder, soggy diesel, the sweetness of water dripping from my lip. Every person for themselves. Monrovia, Liberia.
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